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In the land of scissor kicks and floor
punches comes an crossover thrash band that is more catchy than AIDs in
Africa, has more hooks than a tackle box, and grooves like James Brown
on cocaine. The band consists of two irritated Italian punks who are
attentive to the state of today's testicle-choking girl pants, make-up
encrusted scene and hope to demolish it and what it stands for. With
some mic punches, thrash kicks, and circle pits the plan is to take it
all down. 1/2 cup of booze, 3/4 cup punk, a hit of speed; thrash it all
together, and you have .44 Caliber Killers. Tearing shit up, and getting intoxicated in celebration of doing so is a must, but don't get us wrong -- we are NOT one of those lame "retro" or "party" thrash bands in this new thrash revival, we've been around before it, and will most-likely be around after it. |
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